Listening to the solemn atmosphere in Yuxuan, like a piece of fine brocade soaked in water, thick and depressing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night breeze by the lake with a faint salty smell came from the open windows, and a few plain glass lanterns hung in the distance.

Liu Ben was full of doubts, and his chest was suffocated. He clearly sent a letter to the sticky family, but the sticky family did not act according to his wishes, but took risks.

Since it wasn't Qian Weizhen who came forward, who still had a clever tongue and could say that the sticky family had exhausted its assets?

The deeper he thought about it, the more Liu Ben felt his temples beating one by one. It is as if a flat boat is isolated, beaten by the wind and rain, and trapped in the deepest part of the whirlpool.

The newly opened bamboo leaves on the table are soft and mellow, but at this moment they can't drink it anymore.

Liu Ben pushed the cup and said frustratedly: "It's not what adults mean, I'll go back and ask the sticky family to ask what is going on." ”

"Sooner rather than later, it's important. I suspect that Your Majesty is simply knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, but I am afraid that we will not be able to keep our business in Jiangyin for decades. They are used to peaceful days, and these people don't even have a string in their hearts that should be tightened."

Qian Weizhen's heart was also up and down, and he was angry that the officials in Jiangyin were in a mess, and his eyes couldn't stare at the critical moment. He felt that there had been one strange incident after another recently, and he didn't know what the other party was following, so he secretly rejoiced that his daughter had fled with a large part of his furniture.

Liu Ben took out the secret letter from Yangzhou received by his wife in the morning, and told Chen Xinhua's whereabouts to Qian Weizhen. asked: "Lord Shangshu, do you still remember Liu Zhuangyuan in the first scientific expedition of the first three years of the first emperor?"

"Why don't you remember him?" Qian Weizhen said with a lot of disdain: "The old master is full of poverty and sourness, and he is a master who does not eat hard and soft." He's almost the age of a sixtieth year, how can you mention him?"

While talking, he paid attention to the letter sent by Sticky Yixian, when he first saw that Chen Xinhua was going to Huaizhou, he didn't care very much, but when he saw that she was going to Lishan Academy, Qian Weizhen's eyes widened.

The two of them mentioned that the situation in Jiangyin was critical, and Liu Ben remembered what Mr. Liu's sixtieth birthday was said in the sticky Yixian letter, and he couldn't tell whether it was a coincidence or deliberate. Years of being an official have taught him that under the cover of seemingly ordinary things, what is often covered is the easiest thing to be overlooked.

He is not as careful as Qian Weizhen in these matters, and he can't remember the birthday of this Mr. Liu. Seeing Qian Weizhen looking at the letter and pondering, Liu Ben arched his hand and asked, "Your Excellency may remember when this Mr. Liu was born?"

Anything that Qian Weizhen handled, nine times out of ten, he will not forget. He frowned and pondered, and suddenly recalled the time when this old man Liu was celebrating his fiftieth birthday.

At that time, this outdated champion Lang had not yet become a leader, because the first emperor advocated Confucianism, and it was very much to give face to these cultivators.

The first emperor's evaluation was so high, the ministers of the court and the central government naturally moved when they heard the wind, and the officials above the second grade all congratulated each other with the ceremony, and the old man Liu reluctantly made it difficult for him, and set up a few tables of wine banquets in the mansion.

I can't remember the specific day, but Qian Weizhen remembers the things that his wife sent to Liufu.

Because there is no contact on weekdays, Mrs. Qian doesn't like the actions of these sour Confucian literati, and once frowned and said to Qian Weizhen: "I don't move around in plain days, it's too simple and thin, it seems to be sluggish, too precious and it seems that the Qian Mansion has the heart to cling to it." ”

The two finally agreed to take the mutton fat jade Guanyin sent by Mrs. Qian's nephew for her aunt's birthday.

Qian Weizhen remembered that his wife's birthday was at the end of May, and he received the jade Guanyin sent by his nephew, and put it on the table for a few days, but it was not yet in the treasury. After about seven or eight days, it was changed hands.

In this way, Mr. Liu's birthday has nothing to do with the Qingqiu in August, and it should be around the beginning of June.

Liu Ben banged on the table hard, and a cold sweat broke out on his head: "In this way, what kind of strategy is it used to make money? The niece's letter clearly said that Chen Xinhua was going to Lishan Academy to celebrate the birthday of this old man. Listening to Elder Ge, his birthday is not this time at all. ”

Such an obvious omission, how many of their own people are sitting in the town from Yangzhou to Huaizhou, and none of those bastards reported to him, but a lady from the house found traces here.

Qian Weizhen was so angry that his eyes turned black, and he pointed at Liu Ben and said: "You don't have to say anything, you and I hurry back home, one is to find out why the sticky family has changed their attitude, and the other is to find out what the hell is going on in Lishan Academy." ”

In an eventful autumn, Old Man Liu, a person who has always hated being lively, is very abnormal, and he does not believe that he is just trying to collect some money.

The two said goodbye in the Pillow Xia Pavilion, and Qian Weizhen quietly hurried to the house in Minxiang while it was dark, carefully considering how to smuggle the rest of the property out of the country.

Liu Ben immediately left his henchman and set off in the starry night, and he must figure out the ins and outs of the matter in the shortest possible time. By the way, knock on the group of people in Jiangyin, don't be too comfortable and enjoy.

On the twenty-seventh day, Qian Wen visited He Mansion again according to his father's instructions, but still failed to meet Su Duhan.

It turned out that early in the morning, Su Duhan was rushing to He House, but was stopped halfway.

The person who came handed over Su Guangfu's name post, and there was a secret note agreed by the two of them. It turned out that Su Guangfu had just arrived in Gusu, and he was anxious to ask Su Duhan to rush to the Beijing suburb courtyard to talk. In the letter, he told Su Duhan to be careful about his whereabouts, so as not to let the courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing fall into the eyes of others.

It's like a long drought and a rainy day, and Su Duhan's heart is looking forward to Su's recovery, just like looking forward to the stars and the moon.

He immediately turned into Tingxue Xiaozhu and dressed up in disguise, not even his entourage, and went to the Beijing suburb courtyard alone. Su Guangfu had just arrived in Gusu at dawn, and on the one hand, he ordered someone to look for Su Duhan, and on the other hand, he ordered someone to fetch water to wash away the dust along the way, and the dark green that had been hurrying for days under his eyes was very obvious.

Seeing Su Guangfu, Su Duhan took a deep look, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles: "Mr. is back, Duhan has waited so hard." ”

Su Guangfu hurriedly held his arm, stopped Su Duhan's bowing figure, and hurriedly replied: "What is the master, what is this, do you want to compromise the life of your subordinates?"

The two divided the guests and the host to sit down, and Su Guangfu took a bowl of gruel handed over by the little servant and was temporary, and he didn't even have time to use breakfast, so he said to Su Duhan cautiously: "Master, the situation is far more severe than we imagined before. What was built there in Yuping Mountain was not a palace annex at all, but a mineral deposit was dug up in the name of renovation. ”

When there was a loud bang, the cup in Su Duhan's hand couldn't hold it, and it slid down on the blue brick floor, shattering into pieces of flying chips. There is dark brown tea soup splashed on the hem of his lake-green silk robe, like a little dead leaf in autumn, decadent and heavy.